New York daily tribune no. 5508

UTAH.
From Our Own Correspondent.
CAMP FLOYD, U. T., NOV. 12, 1858. When I last wrote it was thought here that no further cause of apprehension existed with regard to any difficulties arising out the killing by the troops of the son of old Peet-eet-neetz, the Utah Chief, in effecting the arrest of the two Indians who had been guilty of an abominable outrage upon the persons of an old woman and a young girl, near the Spanish Fork settlement. The Indians appearing quiet and submissive, the troops who had been sent in that direction as a precautionary measure were recalled and returned to camp about two weeks ago. Since then information has been received that some of Peet-eet neetz's band have been endeavoring to stir up bad feeling among the Snake Indians to the north of us, and that old Peet-eet-neetz himself has gone south-east toward the country of the Navajos, already hostile and disaffected, to endeavor to incense them to make a foray into Utah, with a view of stampeding and running off our herds; which, on account of the large number of animals of which they are composed, have to be wintered at some distance south of us, in Tintic and Rush valleys. To provide against any contingency of this sort, Gen. Johnston has sent some companies of the 2d Dragoons in that direction, under the command of Capt. Campbell.
The Utah Indians of this country are very adroit horse-thieves, and may give us some little trouble by the exercise of their abilities in that line; but they are one of the most cowardly, lazy and worthless tribes on the continent, and are not likely to make any other demonstrations of hostility in the presence of so large a military force as that now stationed in Utah. The killing of old Peet-eet-neetz's son, though unavoidable under the circumstances, was an unfortunate occurrence, as both the old man and his son had been of the party who carried Dr. Hurt out of the country last Fall, and had stuck to the army all Winter on Black's Fork. Peet-eet-neetz himself was quite a favorite with officers and men, and always a welcome visitor to their tents. I suppose the old man is not politician or diplomatist enough to understand the profound considerations of public policy which led to the adjustment of our difficulties with the Mormons in a manner very different from what he had been led to consider probable, after the burning of our trains and open defiance on the part of the Mormons of the power of the Government. An Indian, moreover, never understands a mistake or an accident. All that old Peet-eet-neetz knows, or can be made to comprehend, about the matter is simply this: That last Fall, when the Mormon people, among whom he lives, were in open rebellion against the Government, he left them, and, taking Dr. Hurt with him, made his way through the mountains and joined the army on the Sweetwater, and remained with it throughout the Winter; and that his son, who was not one of the parties concerned in the outrage upon the Mormon females, has been shot by the soldiers who had before been his friends. The circumstances which brought about the death of his son, though such as to afford a perfectly satisfactory justification to the Government and to the whites, are doubtless beyond his savage comprehension, and the old man no doubt considers it his duty to give us all the trouble he can. His ability to annoy us, however, as I before remarked, is hardly commensurate with his will.
While on the topic of the aborigines of this region, I may as well relate an act of savage justice, or rather vengeance, which I heard of from the most reliable source shortly after our entrance into the Valley: While the army was in Black's Fork last Winter, San Pete, one of the principal chiefs of the Utahs, visited our camp and sojourned near us for some time, with his family, consisting of two or three wives and an indefinite number of papooses. One of the wives was a young woman, about sixteen years of age, whose Indian name I do not know, but whose English cognomen was Elizabeth. San Pete had, or imagined he had, reason to suspect her fidelity to him while at our camp, and after his return to the Indian settlement near Spanish Fork, took her out, and, in pursuance of an intention which he had announced before leaving Fort Bridger, blew out her brains in the presence of his people.
Not long since there came very near being a veritable fracas in Salt Lake City, between Mr. Gilbert of the Gentile firm of Gilbert & Garish, and some of his clerks, on the one part, and two of Brigham's sons, Joseph and Brigham, jr., on the other. It seems that Brigham senior, was concerned in a contract to deliver a certain amount of lumber for the United States Quartermaster's Department, at the store of Gilbert & Garish, in the city, and was to be paid for it there, upon the delivery of the whole amount. A partial delivery was made, and part payment demanded by Joseph and Brigham Young, jr., on behalf of their father, who still keeps himself shut up in the Lion House, with a body guard around him. Some dispute arising between Mr. Gilbert and Jo. Young, who was drunk at the time, and the embryo prophet becoming rather personal and insulting in his remarks, he was very unceremoniously hustled out of the store by Mr. Gilbert and his clerks. He thereupon waxed exceeding wroth, mounted his horse, which was at hand, drew and cocked his revolver, and was in the act of charging into the store, when he was stopped by Brigham junior, who succeeded in persuading him to moderate his fury and retire. It was probably as well for him that he did, for had he persisted in the attempt to ride into the store, revolver in hand, he would have found a party of unbelieving Gentiles inside ready to give him a proper reception.
The Saints in the city are very much annoyed just now by the presence in their midst of two or three hundred discharged teamsters, a rather rough and unruly set of men, who neither feel nor manifest the slightest reverence or respect for the prophets, priests or bishops of the Church of Latter-Day Saints. These teamsters are, no doubt, a rather hard set of characters; at times disposed to be decidedly riotous and disorderly. I believe there has been some talk, in official quarters, about having a body of troops sent in to maintain quiet and order in the City of the Saints. If the army were stationed near at hand, it would be the easiest matter in the world to maintain peace and good order, with the most perfect security of person and property, as was the case in the City of Mexico in 1847. But as the Saints have made it a special point to have the troops quartered as far away from their centers of population as practicable, and as, in order to conciliate them in this particular, the army of Utah has been subjected to the greatest annoyance, smothered and suffocated in dirt and dust, for several months, and as we have now built up a city of our own, and made ourselves quite comfortable where we are, it strikes me that it would be cutting it rayther fat to call upon us to leave our comfortable houses and take the field again, to protect, against a few of our discharged teamsters, the people who, but a few months ago, professed to think no more of wiping out the army of Utah than of eating their breakfasts, and whose prophet was wont so recently to speak to them
“With a large mouth indeed, That spit forth death and mountains, rocks and seas; Talked as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs!"
The United States District Court for the IIId Judicial District met in Salt Lake City on Monday, the 1st inst., Judge Sinclair presiding. David A. Burr was appointed and qualified as Clerk; the Grand and Petit Jurors attended, and the Court adjourned to the 15th inst., to await the arrival of the newly appointed Attorney-General, Mr. Wilson. Since, then, both that gentleman and Judge Cradlebaugh, Associate Justice of the Supreme Court, have arrived.
The first number of the new Gentile newspaper appeared on Thursday last, the 5th inst., and is to be published on Thursday of each week, at the subscription price of $8 a year, invariably in advance. It is edited and published by Mr. Kirk Anderson, formerly of The Missouri Republican, under the somewhat odd designation of Kirk Anderson’s Valley Tan. I send you a number of the paper.
The 31st of last month being muster day, we had one of the most extensive military displays that has been presented in the regular service since the time of the Mexican war. The three regiments of infantry here, all of which are now filled up very nearly to their complement, were paraded, reviewed and inspected together by Lieut.-Col. P. Morrison of the 7th Infantry, the commander of the post. The troops, over two thousand in number, presented a very fine appearance, and, considering the large number of recruits in the ranks, acquitted themselves very creditably. Indeed, I do not believe there is in the world a finer army, for its size, than the army of Utah. The officers, I believe, have always compared favorably with those of any other service, and the improvement in quality, if I may use the expression, of the men who have of later years enlisted in the ranks in our service, is manifest to every military observer. A finer body of enlisted soldiers, I am satisfied, is not to be found in any service in the world. Mostly young and in the prime of life, intelligent, active, subordinate, and at the same time spirited and brave, their officers, whenever occasion may demand, can go into action with the certainty that, wherever they lead, their men will follow, be it
“Into the gates of death, Into the jaws of hell!"
Last Tuesday, the 9th inst., was quite a gala day with us here at Camp Floyd. A magnificent flagstaff having been recently erected near the center of tie camp, the star-spangled banner was that day run up for the first time, with all appropriate honors. The whole command was under arms, and formed in hollow square around the staff, the sides of the square consisting of the different regiments in close column, doubled on the center. At 12 meridian, all the bands struck up at once the " Star-spangled Banner," and with a salute of thirty-three guns from Phelps's Light Battery, and amid the cheers of officers and men, up went the glorious flag that this army was sent out to plant and maintain here.
Every friend of humanity will, of course, rejoice that the raising of it was so peaceably accomplished, after all the threats, to the contrary, that were rung into our ears by vociferous Saints last Fall and Winter.
There are many, here and in the States, who will remember the raising of that flag on a bright morning in September, 1847, upon a certain castle which had just been carried at the point of the bayonet. The castle was that of Chapultepec. In the neighboring village of Mexcoac, on a scaffold, surrounded by a military guard, were a score or so of unfortunate wretches, traitors to the land of their nativity or adoption, who had been taken in arms fighting against the flag of their country. They had been duly tried and convicted, and sentenced to be hung on the very day the assault was to be made upon the hitherto considered invincible Chapultepec. It is said that the officer charged with the superintendence of the carrying out of their sentence, purposely delayed the execution until their eyes should see the glorious flag they had deserted floating in triumph over the last of the Mexican strongholds, and that the moment after the star-spangled banner was run upon the flag-staff upon the summit of Chapultepec, the traitors on the scaffold in the town of Mexcoac were swung off into eternity. It is well that the traitors in Utah, who, although at one time in open arms against the flag of their country, never carried their temerity to the extent of attempting to shed the blood of its defenders, saved us by timely surrender the necessity of a similar accompaniment to the raising of the American flag once more in Utah.
To complete the celebration of the day we had, for the first time, dramatic performances at our Theater by the Camp Floyd Military Dramatic Association of the Army of Utah. The Association is composed altogether of enlisted men of the army. They have engaged for the female characters the services of several Mormon actresses of very fair ability in their profession. The building, which is constructed of adobes, is of large and commodious dimensions, and will seat conveniently an audience of 600 or 700. One of the greatest difficulties to be overcome in fitting up the establishment was the want of proper paints for the scenery and decorations, which were not to be had in the country, and some rather odd expedients had to be resorted to, to supply the want of the ordinary figments. Indigo answered very well for the blue, a preparation of chalk furnished the white, common shoe-blacking the black, and mustard afforded a very elegant yellow! After all, the scenic decorations, painted entirely by enlisted men of the army, were of quite a presentable character. On the proscenium, on one side, is a representation of the muse of Tragedy, on the other of her comic sister. One of the ladies is supported by a soldier of ancient times, with helm and shield, the other by a modern man of war with shako and musket. Overhead is a bust of Shakespeare, very artistically done in chalk and blacking, surrounded by a scroll with the legend, "Camp Floyd "Military Dramatic Association of the Army of "Utah," upon it. The drop-curtain represents one of the encampments of the 5th Infantry on the Rocky Mountains, with the regiment in front, in open order at parade.
By the way, it is due to this gallant 5th Regiment to say, that the Association is composed almost altogether of enlisted men from its ranks. The performance commenced by the delivery of a well-written and amusing opening address, recited with capital effect by private Willis of F company, 5th Infantry. Then came an overture by the orchestra—an excellent one, composed entirely of soldiers. The first piece was the Comedy of Used Up, the leading characters being sustained by private Willis and Sergeant Warren of the 5th and Mrs. Tuckett, one of the Mormon ladies, whose services the Association has been so fortunate as to secure. After this, followed, as a musical interlude, the "Star-spangled banner," sang by the whole company, and concluding with a grand tableau, in which Mrs. Westwood personated the goddess of Liberty. The performances of the evening concluded with the farce of the Dead Shot. Upon the whole, the playing was much better than I have often witnessed in theaters of considerable pretension in some of our large cities. The house was crowded to its utmost capacity, and hundreds had to go away, from being unable to procure a place either to sit or stand. The performers, moreover, could not have desired a more well-disposed or appreciative audience. Performers and audience were comrades and friends, who had seen some pretty rough times together, and all were disposed to enjoy themselves on the occasion to the top of their bent. An incident occurred during the evening which must have been very gratifying to Gen. Johnston, who was present at the performances of the opening night, as a matter of course. An allusion was made to him in the opening address, and, at the sound of his name, it would have done you good to hear the hearty huzzas with which the soldiers greeted it. The General, personally, is a great favorite with the men of his command; and their hearty manifestations of it, on the occasion alluded to, could not but be very pleasing to him.
I send you a song that was to have been sung at the theater on the opening night, but was postponed on account of the indisposition of the person selected to sing it:
SONG.
SOLDATEN-MUTH.
From the German of Hauff, by Lieut. Henry B. Kelly, U. S. A. TRUE soldier-pluck, the wide world o'er Will win in peace or war; Where loud the flashing cannon's roar, Where trills the light guitar! Be't for a kiss, with maid or wife, For Life's blood, with the foe, The soldier's eager for the strife—For pluck will win, you know, Hurrah! For pluck will win, you know! Where sweeps the dance in giddy whirl, And bright eyes flash for joy, The arm enclasps the laughing girl, And hand with hand may toy; Who sues too long, ne'er wins a kiss, The soldier woos not so, But dashes boldly on to bliss—For pluck will win, you know, Hurrah! For pluck will win, you know! For when on sultry Summer's day The march is far and fast, The gallant charger's strength gives way, He sinks and falls at last; The soldier keeps his courage up, And sings ri-too-ral-loo, For he will neither faint nor droop— Sheer pluck will take him through, Hurrah! Sheer pluck will take him through! And where proud banners flaunt the gale, And hostile columns clash, And far and near, o'er hill and dale, The iron thunders crash; Far-flashing steel from ont the strife Sends forth its glittering ray; There, man to man, and life for life, True pluck will win the day, Hurrah! True pluck will win the day! And should my mortal hour be nigh, I'm ready, prompt at hand; 'Tis not for sordid gold I die But for my Fatherland! I've done my duty like a man, And sealed it with my blood! So live—so die—be that your plan, And pluck will make it good, Hurrah! And pluck will make it good!
P. S.—Orders are just out for two companies of the 5th, two of the 7th and one of the 10th Infantry to march tomorrow for Rush and Juab Valleys, south of us, to reinforce Capt. Campbell and Lt. Wight, of the 2d Dragoons, who were sent in that direction some days since. Information has been received by Gen. Johnston that the Indians have assembled in force near Rush Lake, and openly announce their intention to steal all our animals if they can. The two companies detached from the 5th, are under command of Capt. Stevenson and Lt. Winjate; those from the 7th under Capt. Tuttle, and the one from the 10th, under Lieut. Forney, with Second-Lieut. Wm. Kearney as his subaltern. Lieut. Armistead, with a detachment of men from the 10th, is in Tintic Valley, where he has been for some time. It is to be apprehended that nothing but a sound drubbing will bring the Utah Indians to their senses, and perhaps the sooner it is administered to them the better.
THE TINTIC WAR.
CAMP FLOYD, U. T., NOV, 12, 1858—8 p, m, Since closing my letter of this date, I have seen the instructions drawn up by Gen. Johnston for the guidance of the officers sent South to protect the herds. I send you a copy of them. In addition to the officers named in my first letter, I should mention that Lieut. Plummer of the 7th Infantry, goes in command of a Company of his Regiment to Tintic Valley, aid that Assistant Surgeons Ridgely and Clements accompany the troops that march for the Tintic war.
INSTRUCTIONS—To the Officers in Command on Sevier River, Goshen or Juab Country, Tintic Valley and Rush Valley.
HEADQUARTERS, DEPARTMENT OF UTAH, Camp Floyd, Nov. 11, 1858.
The Indians have abandoned their farms, and are now gathering in the southern part of this Territory. They state that their design is to make a simultaneous attack upon the herds in Juab County, Tintic Valley, and Rush Valley. The approach will probably be down Salt Creek, along the Sevier River, on the edge of the desert to the south of Tintic Valley. The nature of the country is such that the command on Sevier River must look for annoyance from the south and east—the one on Salt Creek, from the east, south and west—the one on Tintic Valley from the south, and that in Rush Valley from the south and west. The officer in command on Sevier River will station a portion of his mounted force on or near the river, above the bridge, near the mouth of San Pete River, to watch the approaches to the valley; and all commands will keep a vigilant watch by night and scout by day to prevent surprise and secure the herds near them.
Indians and suspicious persons will not be permitted to loiter around the herds or camp, and parties of Indians coming in the vicinity will be treated as enemies, unless it is manifest their object is friendly, in which case they will be warned to leave. Officers will be careful not to be lulled into an opinion of security. Eighty rounds of ammunition will be taken by each command, thirty rounds to be expended for target practice.
Every effort will be made to ascertain the position of the Indians, especially in the vicinity of Sevier River and Salt Creek. The commanders of these two parties will communicate freely with each other, and, in case of necessity, the two commands will be subject to the command of the senior officer.
Commanders will report as soon as possible to these headquarters all events of importance, and avail themselves of every opportunity to report by letter the state of affairs in their vicinity.
The officer on Sevier River is authorized to hire an interpreter; rate of compensation $2 per day.
By order of Br. Brig. Gen. A. S. Johnson,
(Signed) F. J. PORTER, Ass't Adj. Gen.

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UTAH.
From Our Own Correspondent.
CAMP FLOYD, U. T., NOV. 12, 1858. When I last wrote it was thought here that no further cause of apprehension existed with regard to any difficulties arising out the killing by the troops of the son of old Peet-eet-neetz, the Utah Chief, in effecting the arrest of the two Indians who had been guilty of an abominable outrage upon the persons of an old woman and a young girl, near the Spanish Fork settlement. The Indians appearing quiet and submissive, the troops who had been sent in that direction as a precautionary measure were recalled and returned to camp about two weeks ago. Since then information has been received that some of Peet-eet neetz's band have been endeavoring to stir up bad feeling among the Snake Indians to the north of us, and that old Peet-eet-neetz himself has gone south-east toward the country of the Navajos, already hostile and disaffected, to endeavor to incense them to make a foray into Utah, with a view of stampeding and running off our herds; which, on account of the large number of animals of which they are composed, have to be wintered at some distance south of us, in Tintic and Rush valleys. To provide against any contingency of this sort, Gen. Johnston has sent some companies of the 2d Dragoons in that direction, under the command of Capt. Campbell.
The Utah Indians of this country are very adroit horse-thieves, and may give us some little trouble by the exercise of their abilities in that line; but they are one of the most cowardly, lazy and worthless tribes on the continent, and are not likely to make any other demonstrations of hostility in the presence of so large a military force as that now stationed in Utah. The killing of old Peet-eet-neetz's son, though unavoidable under the circumstances, was an unfortunate occurrence, as both the old man and his son had been of the party who carried Dr. Hurt out of the country last Fall, and had stuck to the army all Winter on Black's Fork. Peet-eet-neetz himself was quite a favorite with officers and men, and always a welcome visitor to their tents. I suppose the old man is not politician or diplomatist enough to understand the profound considerations of public policy which led to the adjustment of our difficulties with the Mormons in a manner very different from what he had been led to consider probable, after the burning of our trains and open defiance on the part of the Mormons of the power of the Government. An Indian, moreover, never understands a mistake or an accident. All that old Peet-eet-neetz knows, or can be made to comprehend, about the matter is simply this: That last Fall, when the Mormon people, among whom he lives, were in open rebellion against the Government, he left them, and, taking Dr. Hurt with him, made his way through the mountains and joined the army on the Sweetwater, and remained with it throughout the Winter; and that his son, who was not one of the parties concerned in the outrage upon the Mormon females, has been shot by the soldiers who had before been his friends. The circumstances which brought about the death of his son, though such as to afford a perfectly satisfactory justification to the Government and to the whites, are doubtless beyond his savage comprehension, and the old man no doubt considers it his duty to give us all the trouble he can. His ability to annoy us, however, as I before remarked, is hardly commensurate with his will.
While on the topic of the aborigines of this region, I may as well relate an act of savage justice, or rather vengeance, which I heard of from the most reliable source shortly after our entrance into the Valley: While the army was in Black's Fork last Winter, San Pete, one of the principal chiefs of the Utahs, visited our camp and sojourned near us for some time, with his family, consisting of two or three wives and an indefinite number of papooses. One of the wives was a young woman, about sixteen years of age, whose Indian name I do not know, but whose English cognomen was Elizabeth. San Pete had, or imagined he had, reason to suspect her fidelity to him while at our camp, and after his return to the Indian settlement near Spanish Fork, took her out, and, in pursuance of an intention which he had announced before leaving Fort Bridger, blew out her brains in the presence of his people.
Not long since there came very near being a veritable fracas in Salt Lake City, between Mr. Gilbert of the Gentile firm of Gilbert & Garish, and some of his clerks, on the one part, and two of Brigham's sons, Joseph and Brigham, jr., on the other. It seems that Brigham senior, was concerned in a contract to deliver a certain amount of lumber for the United States Quartermaster's Department, at the store of Gilbert & Garish, in the city, and was to be paid for it there, upon the delivery of the whole amount. A partial delivery was made, and part payment demanded by Joseph and Brigham Young, jr., on behalf of their father, who still keeps himself shut up in the Lion House, with a body guard around him. Some dispute arising between Mr. Gilbert and Jo. Young, who was drunk at the time, and the embryo prophet becoming rather personal and insulting in his remarks, he was very unceremoniously hustled out of the store by Mr. Gilbert and his clerks. He thereupon waxed exceeding wroth, mounted his horse, which was at hand, drew and cocked his revolver, and was in the act of charging into the store, when he was stopped by Brigham junior, who succeeded in persuading him to moderate his fury and retire. It was probably as well for him that he did, for had he persisted in the attempt to ride into the store, revolver in hand, he would have found a party of unbelieving Gentiles inside ready to give him a proper reception.
The Saints in the city are very much annoyed just now by the presence in their midst of two or three hundred discharged teamsters, a rather rough and unruly set of men, who neither feel nor manifest the slightest reverence or respect for the prophets, priests or bishops of the Church of Latter-Day Saints. These teamsters are, no doubt, a rather hard set of characters; at times disposed to be decidedly riotous and disorderly. I believe there has been some talk, in official quarters, about having a body of troops sent in to maintain quiet and order in the City of the Saints. If the army were stationed near at hand, it would be the easiest matter in the world to maintain peace and good order, with the most perfect security of person and property, as was the case in the City of Mexico in 1847. But as the Saints have made it a special point to have the troops quartered as far away from their centers of population as practicable, and as, in order to conciliate them in this particular, the army of Utah has been subjected to the greatest annoyance, smothered and suffocated in dirt and dust, for several months, and as we have now built up a city of our own, and made ourselves quite comfortable where we are, it strikes me that it would be cutting it rayther fat to call upon us to leave our comfortable houses and take the field again, to protect, against a few of our discharged teamsters, the people who, but a few months ago, professed to think no more of wiping out the army of Utah than of eating their breakfasts, and whose prophet was wont so recently to speak to them
“With a large mouth indeed, That spit forth death and mountains, rocks and seas; Talked as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs!"
The United States District Court for the IIId Judicial District met in Salt Lake City on Monday, the 1st inst., Judge Sinclair presiding. David A. Burr was appointed and qualified as Clerk; the Grand and Petit Jurors attended, and the Court adjourned to the 15th inst., to await the arrival of the newly appointed Attorney-General, Mr. Wilson. Since, then, both that gentleman and Judge Cradlebaugh, Associate Justice of the Supreme Court, have arrived.
The first number of the new Gentile newspaper appeared on Thursday last, the 5th inst., and is to be published on Thursday of each week, at the subscription price of $8 a year, invariably in advance. It is edited and published by Mr. Kirk Anderson, formerly of The Missouri Republican, under the somewhat odd designation of Kirk Anderson’s Valley Tan. I send you a number of the paper.
The 31st of last month being muster day, we had one of the most extensive military displays that has been presented in the regular service since the time of the Mexican war. The three regiments of infantry here, all of which are now filled up very nearly to their complement, were paraded, reviewed and inspected together by Lieut.-Col. P. Morrison of the 7th Infantry, the commander of the post. The troops, over two thousand in number, presented a very fine appearance, and, considering the large number of recruits in the ranks, acquitted themselves very creditably. Indeed, I do not believe there is in the world a finer army, for its size, than the army of Utah. The officers, I believe, have always compared favorably with those of any other service, and the improvement in quality, if I may use the expression, of the men who have of later years enlisted in the ranks in our service, is manifest to every military observer. A finer body of enlisted soldiers, I am satisfied, is not to be found in any service in the world. Mostly young and in the prime of life, intelligent, active, subordinate, and at the same time spirited and brave, their officers, whenever occasion may demand, can go into action with the certainty that, wherever they lead, their men will follow, be it
“Into the gates of death, Into the jaws of hell!"
Last Tuesday, the 9th inst., was quite a gala day with us here at Camp Floyd. A magnificent flagstaff having been recently erected near the center of tie camp, the star-spangled banner was that day run up for the first time, with all appropriate honors. The whole command was under arms, and formed in hollow square around the staff, the sides of the square consisting of the different regiments in close column, doubled on the center. At 12 meridian, all the bands struck up at once the " Star-spangled Banner," and with a salute of thirty-three guns from Phelps's Light Battery, and amid the cheers of officers and men, up went the glorious flag that this army was sent out to plant and maintain here.
Every friend of humanity will, of course, rejoice that the raising of it was so peaceably accomplished, after all the threats, to the contrary, that were rung into our ears by vociferous Saints last Fall and Winter.
There are many, here and in the States, who will remember the raising of that flag on a bright morning in September, 1847, upon a certain castle which had just been carried at the point of the bayonet. The castle was that of Chapultepec. In the neighboring village of Mexcoac, on a scaffold, surrounded by a military guard, were a score or so of unfortunate wretches, traitors to the land of their nativity or adoption, who had been taken in arms fighting against the flag of their country. They had been duly tried and convicted, and sentenced to be hung on the very day the assault was to be made upon the hitherto considered invincible Chapultepec. It is said that the officer charged with the superintendence of the carrying out of their sentence, purposely delayed the execution until their eyes should see the glorious flag they had deserted floating in triumph over the last of the Mexican strongholds, and that the moment after the star-spangled banner was run upon the flag-staff upon the summit of Chapultepec, the traitors on the scaffold in the town of Mexcoac were swung off into eternity. It is well that the traitors in Utah, who, although at one time in open arms against the flag of their country, never carried their temerity to the extent of attempting to shed the blood of its defenders, saved us by timely surrender the necessity of a similar accompaniment to the raising of the American flag once more in Utah.
To complete the celebration of the day we had, for the first time, dramatic performances at our Theater by the Camp Floyd Military Dramatic Association of the Army of Utah. The Association is composed altogether of enlisted men of the army. They have engaged for the female characters the services of several Mormon actresses of very fair ability in their profession. The building, which is constructed of adobes, is of large and commodious dimensions, and will seat conveniently an audience of 600 or 700. One of the greatest difficulties to be overcome in fitting up the establishment was the want of proper paints for the scenery and decorations, which were not to be had in the country, and some rather odd expedients had to be resorted to, to supply the want of the ordinary figments. Indigo answered very well for the blue, a preparation of chalk furnished the white, common shoe-blacking the black, and mustard afforded a very elegant yellow! After all, the scenic decorations, painted entirely by enlisted men of the army, were of quite a presentable character. On the proscenium, on one side, is a representation of the muse of Tragedy, on the other of her comic sister. One of the ladies is supported by a soldier of ancient times, with helm and shield, the other by a modern man of war with shako and musket. Overhead is a bust of Shakespeare, very artistically done in chalk and blacking, surrounded by a scroll with the legend, "Camp Floyd "Military Dramatic Association of the Army of "Utah," upon it. The drop-curtain represents one of the encampments of the 5th Infantry on the Rocky Mountains, with the regiment in front, in open order at parade.
By the way, it is due to this gallant 5th Regiment to say, that the Association is composed almost altogether of enlisted men from its ranks. The performance commenced by the delivery of a well-written and amusing opening address, recited with capital effect by private Willis of F company, 5th Infantry. Then came an overture by the orchestra—an excellent one, composed entirely of soldiers. The first piece was the Comedy of Used Up, the leading characters being sustained by private Willis and Sergeant Warren of the 5th and Mrs. Tuckett, one of the Mormon ladies, whose services the Association has been so fortunate as to secure. After this, followed, as a musical interlude, the "Star-spangled banner," sang by the whole company, and concluding with a grand tableau, in which Mrs. Westwood personated the goddess of Liberty. The performances of the evening concluded with the farce of the Dead Shot. Upon the whole, the playing was much better than I have often witnessed in theaters of considerable pretension in some of our large cities. The house was crowded to its utmost capacity, and hundreds had to go away, from being unable to procure a place either to sit or stand. The performers, moreover, could not have desired a more well-disposed or appreciative audience. Performers and audience were comrades and friends, who had seen some pretty rough times together, and all were disposed to enjoy themselves on the occasion to the top of their bent. An incident occurred during the evening which must have been very gratifying to Gen. Johnston, who was present at the performances of the opening night, as a matter of course. An allusion was made to him in the opening address, and, at the sound of his name, it would have done you good to hear the hearty huzzas with which the soldiers greeted it. The General, personally, is a great favorite with the men of his command; and their hearty manifestations of it, on the occasion alluded to, could not but be very pleasing to him.
I send you a song that was to have been sung at the theater on the opening night, but was postponed on account of the indisposition of the person selected to sing it:
SONG.
SOLDATEN-MUTH.
From the German of Hauff, by Lieut. Henry B. Kelly, U. S. A. TRUE soldier-pluck, the wide world o'er Will win in peace or war; Where loud the flashing cannon's roar, Where trills the light guitar! Be't for a kiss, with maid or wife, For Life's blood, with the foe, The soldier's eager for the strife—For pluck will win, you know, Hurrah! For pluck will win, you know! Where sweeps the dance in giddy whirl, And bright eyes flash for joy, The arm enclasps the laughing girl, And hand with hand may toy; Who sues too long, ne'er wins a kiss, The soldier woos not so, But dashes boldly on to bliss—For pluck will win, you know, Hurrah! For pluck will win, you know! For when on sultry Summer's day The march is far and fast, The gallant charger's strength gives way, He sinks and falls at last; The soldier keeps his courage up, And sings ri-too-ral-loo, For he will neither faint nor droop— Sheer pluck will take him through, Hurrah! Sheer pluck will take him through! And where proud banners flaunt the gale, And hostile columns clash, And far and near, o'er hill and dale, The iron thunders crash; Far-flashing steel from ont the strife Sends forth its glittering ray; There, man to man, and life for life, True pluck will win the day, Hurrah! True pluck will win the day! And should my mortal hour be nigh, I'm ready, prompt at hand; 'Tis not for sordid gold I die But for my Fatherland! I've done my duty like a man, And sealed it with my blood! So live—so die—be that your plan, And pluck will make it good, Hurrah! And pluck will make it good!
P. S.—Orders are just out for two companies of the 5th, two of the 7th and one of the 10th Infantry to march tomorrow for Rush and Juab Valleys, south of us, to reinforce Capt. Campbell and Lt. Wight, of the 2d Dragoons, who were sent in that direction some days since. Information has been received by Gen. Johnston that the Indians have assembled in force near Rush Lake, and openly announce their intention to steal all our animals if they can. The two companies detached from the 5th, are under command of Capt. Stevenson and Lt. Winjate; those from the 7th under Capt. Tuttle, and the one from the 10th, under Lieut. Forney, with Second-Lieut. Wm. Kearney as his subaltern. Lieut. Armistead, with a detachment of men from the 10th, is in Tintic Valley, where he has been for some time. It is to be apprehended that nothing but a sound drubbing will bring the Utah Indians to their senses, and perhaps the sooner it is administered to them the better.
THE TINTIC WAR.
CAMP FLOYD, U. T., NOV, 12, 1858—8 p, m, Since closing my letter of this date, I have seen the instructions drawn up by Gen. Johnston for the guidance of the officers sent South to protect the herds. I send you a copy of them. In addition to the officers named in my first letter, I should mention that Lieut. Plummer of the 7th Infantry, goes in command of a Company of his Regiment to Tintic Valley, aid that Assistant Surgeons Ridgely and Clements accompany the troops that march for the Tintic war.
INSTRUCTIONS—To the Officers in Command on Sevier River, Goshen or Juab Country, Tintic Valley and Rush Valley.
HEADQUARTERS, DEPARTMENT OF UTAH, Camp Floyd, Nov. 11, 1858.
The Indians have abandoned their farms, and are now gathering in the southern part of this Territory. They state that their design is to make a simultaneous attack upon the herds in Juab County, Tintic Valley, and Rush Valley. The approach will probably be down Salt Creek, along the Sevier River, on the edge of the desert to the south of Tintic Valley. The nature of the country is such that the command on Sevier River must look for annoyance from the south and east—the one on Salt Creek, from the east, south and west—the one on Tintic Valley from the south, and that in Rush Valley from the south and west. The officer in command on Sevier River will station a portion of his mounted force on or near the river, above the bridge, near the mouth of San Pete River, to watch the approaches to the valley; and all commands will keep a vigilant watch by night and scout by day to prevent surprise and secure the herds near them.
Indians and suspicious persons will not be permitted to loiter around the herds or camp, and parties of Indians coming in the vicinity will be treated as enemies, unless it is manifest their object is friendly, in which case they will be warned to leave. Officers will be careful not to be lulled into an opinion of security. Eighty rounds of ammunition will be taken by each command, thirty rounds to be expended for target practice.
Every effort will be made to ascertain the position of the Indians, especially in the vicinity of Sevier River and Salt Creek. The commanders of these two parties will communicate freely with each other, and, in case of necessity, the two commands will be subject to the command of the senior officer.
Commanders will report as soon as possible to these headquarters all events of importance, and avail themselves of every opportunity to report by letter the state of affairs in their vicinity.
The officer on Sevier River is authorized to hire an interpreter; rate of compensation $2 per day.
By order of Br. Brig. Gen. A. S. Johnson,
(Signed) F. J. PORTER, Ass't Adj. Gen.